Len set Tommy's stuff down on the bar and pushed it over to him. He was free to go if he wanted, neither Len nor Mark was going to keep him there.
Pulling a hundred dollar bill from his back pocket, Len added it to Tommy's stack of stuff. "Consider it an advance." He said, knowing as well as Tommy did that if the kid never came back, he was going to be out $100 without getting any work for it. But really, in the grand scheme of things, a hundred dollars wasn't all that much to a Rogue. Not when they could simply take more whenever they needed it.
"Let's go." He said to Mark as he moved away from the bar to grab his jacket off the back of a chair and nodded his goodbye to the bartender, "Jan."
As he stuck another cigarette in his mouth and lit it, Len looked back over to the kid, Tommy, and added, "You wanna earn more of that, kid, you know where to find us."